#masqe

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incoming transmission from: @masqe​ message sent: ‘  you are my good days  ’ from shiro 

"Shiro," is all he can say, a shy, bright smile pulling at his lips. He hadn't expected that to come from him and yet the way those words made him feel was indescribable. He couldn't come up with the words that could describe the feelings that bubbled up from the surface and even if he couldn't they wouldn't be enough. Their relationship had never been easy and some days he thought that he'd made a mistake staying behind. But in this moment he knew that every struggle, that every time they came back together had been worth it. And looking at Shiro, Steve hoped that he felt the same way. It felt like they finally found a way of being together without everything blowing up in their face and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it. And yet — "You're my good days, too. You're a lot of days, but definitely my good days."

[atlasbled]

masqe asked:

                                                 Sits on lap.

     It’s hard to deny Keith anything. Especially when the weight of him is the most welcome thing draped across his thighs and its instinct to cradle him in the curve of an arm. The paperwork scattered across his desk can wait, he’s been pouring over it for a millennia already anyways and his eyes are starting to cross.

     “Can’t sleep?” Shiro brushes the tip of his nose along Keith’s cheek, delves in to the soft locks loosely braided to plant a gentle kiss to the bare of the paladin’s shoulder.

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incoming transmission from: @masqe​ message sent: ❝ do we take prisoners? ❞  ( thor )

"Yes," is all he can tell the other, confusion etched into his features. They still needed to figure out who they were dealing with and the only way to do that was to take prisoners. There was also the fact that he wasn't too keen on killing people. Even though as a soldier he knew that death tended to come in battles, he was trying his damnedest not to leave bodies behind. Unfortunately, he knew the same might not be said of Thor. The other was a warrior, a soldier just like him, and while they did tend to understand each other, there were other times when they were complete opposites. Hopefully, this time was one of those times where they were on the same page instead of being complete opposites. "We don't know who these people are working for. Prisoners mean intel and intel means another piece in this strange puzzle." Which is what they needed; more pieces in this strange puzzle.

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

@masqe​ (shiro) continued from here

“Yeah.” Maria grimaces, flexing her left hand into a fist. God, why was anyone even here in the first place? She’d waited for a middle of the night just to avoid the chance of running into anyone. Well, she’d also gotten sidetracked by paperwork, but that was neither here nor there.

At least it was Shiro? She’d already seen him at a pretty low point, so maybe this was just the universe evening the scales. Maria would have preferred it being someone that had known her for a bit longer, if she’d known that she was going to be interrupted. “—no,” she corrects herself. The numbness in her arm is disconcerting. Being off kilter like this is probably why she admits it out loud. Normally Natasha and Clint would have to practically interrogate her for Maria to admit she wasn’t one hundred percent.

“Remember last week?” She asks, mostly rhetorically. It’s hard to forget someone trying to rip up half of Central Park. It hadn’t been a terrible fight, at least compared to some of the other ones that they’ve been involved in, but Maria had gotten thrown into a tree and ended up with a branch impaled through her bicep.

That’s not terrible; it’s something that SHIELD’s medical wing can repair without much thought these days, ever since Helen Cho shared some of her tech with them. But it’s been bothering her; random muscle weakness, slow healing (sure, the doctors told her it would take two weeks, but Maria’s always been a fast healer and she doesn’t have time to not be fighting ready, just in case). Hence the late night visit to the gym, to see what she can handle. There’s rumours swirling around in Europe that have her worried, and she can’t be weak on top of it —

“My arm’s bothering me.” She says bluntly, getting up off the bench to start picking up the weights that have scattered around the room. “I got frustrated.”

[atlasbled]

@masqe​ asked:

Favourite food? Worst nightmare? Favourite sleeping position? Favourite sleeping position 😏? What are his hopes and dreams for the future now?

Favourite food?      Shiro’s favorite food is absolutely calamari. Any and all variations and he’ll even try anything resembling his favorite dish on any and all planets in any and all solar systems and surprisingly, he likes them all.

Worst nightmare?

     Oh this one is easily the reoccurring nightmare of his first night in a Galran prison cell. Levels upon levels of alien creatures screaming in languages he can’t understand and watching as one by one they’re dragged out of their cells, returning with something missing. A part of them ripped away by the Komar experiments, replaced with something else. And then its his turn. The nightmare doesn’t end until the saw begins cutting into his arm.

Favorite sleeping position?

     Shiro is a side sleeper, curled up into the fetal position with his back facing the wall. Once in a while he’ll toss and turn but fear usually keeps him facing the doorway. If he has a companion, he’s always pressed to their back, arms around them like a security blanket. But he’ll always put himself between the door and them.

What are his hopes and dreams for the future now?

     Shiro...doesn’t know. He’s listless after the war is over, restless, trying to find purpose again. Mostly he can be found helping to maintain ATLAS or filing paperwork, rebuilding, but every night when the skies are clear and the stars are bright he’ll look up and long for the days when he felt needed.

[loyaltytohim]

masqe asked:

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ ( from shiro )

     “Thanks Shiro.” Words fail to express what it means that Shiro’s here with him now so he doesn’t bother. Under the bright expanse of stars that fill the castle windows like a sheet of unmoving brilliance, the dim overhead humming just loud enough to break the monotony of silence and he leans gently on the man.

     “I think I’d go mad out here if it wasn’t for the rest of them being as loud as possible.” He muses, hiding a fit of laughter behind the curve of his palm and he closes his eyes. He can hear Shiro breathing, the sound of his heart dull but strong and it’s enough for him tonight.

     “Can’t sleep?”

[camerica]

masqe asked:

                            ❛ you already know how this will end. ❜ from Sam

     “I didn’t take you for a defeatist, Sam.” His jaw is set against the accusation and it’s not quite the right word he’d use but it’s the closest and yet it still feels argumentative. Steve’s studying him like he’s trained to authenticate classical art lost to the ages and he exhales.

     “Are you with me?” It’s a lot to ask, he knows. But they both know he’d never ask if it weren’t important. “I just need you to trust me that if things go south I’ll take care of it.”

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incoming transmission from: @masqe​ message sent: ❝ we can’t just smash through that blockade. ❞ ( sam )

"We can't just sit here, either," he pointed out, looking to see if he could find any weaknesses. The blockade was definitely the main point of entry and it was well defended. Smashing through it as definitely out of the question. But could they go around? There had to be a weakness somewhere. They just needed to find it. And unfortunately, they needed to find it sooner rather than later. The longer they stood there the more likely they were going to get caught. It would make their mission a little easier doing this from the inside, but Steve knew it would make getting out damn near impossible. And meeting their exfil point was important. Which meant they needed to focus on finding another way through. Something told him Redwing might be their only hope of finding a weakness. Or at least finding a place they could slip through without being spotted. "We need to find another way in. Think Redwing might be able to give us some insight?"